What if, The simple things In life, were the Most important Events.

Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,

Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure

Harsh reality smacks like a slap of cold wind. Sometimes I’m a tough sailor, at the helm,

When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.

The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles

I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,

On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.

In the dead Of Winter, I long for Spring. In the rains Of Spring,

Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people

Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go

Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often

It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.

Oh hummingbird Where are you now? Have you taken My courage with you? Oh hummingbird

The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as